It's the Zombie Apocalypse, and they're sentient. Yet in reality it's... kind of anticlimactic. Humanity tries to eradicate them, even when the zombies' main food source isn't human meat.

You come home from work to see your husband smoking a cigar, like usual. You've told him off but he won't quit.

"Love, you're back. Had fun at work?" He asks, that smile making your heart melt like always.

But something is off. The metallic smell of blood fills your nose. A deer carcass lays outside.